My Grandpa Jack passed away on Monday. He was my Dad's dad. There won't be a formal service for him. However, I feel a need to remember him and share some of my memories of him...so here it goes...............
My earliest memory of Grandpa is probably when Jay broke his arm and Brenda, Jeff, and I stayed with Grandma and Grandpa in Denver. I remember Grandpa reading to us a lot. He played the good cop and Grandma played the bad cop during our stay:). I remember him in the car pretending to control the traffic lights. I remember hanging out in their 5th wheel with him. He always had a hug and a smile for me.
There were a few times that I remember him from Uncle Robert's house on the rare occasions that the Halfacres would gather. Most of my memories of Grandpa are from when he lived with Mom and Dad in Alaska. We had this one great day together, we ate lunch out and then went to a parade. He really wanted to have a family reunion, so we planned it together, and he was so happy that it actually happened. He also came to Detroit with Mom and Dad for a week and we took him to the Henry Ford museum. He shared a lot of his memories of the "old days" with us there. The last time I saw Grandpa was this summer. Robert and Evelyn took us to see him at the nursing home and we all went out to eat. Then we went back and hung out with him in the courtyard and he watched the children play. Cigar smoke and button up sweater vest, square dancing, and camping will always remind me of Grandpa. My redheaded daughter is an everyday reminder of Grandpa's love of redheaded Grandma as is my inability to eat wheat. I remember Grandpa groaning about all those rice cakes:) We will miss you Grandpa Jack. I'm glad we have some sweet memories that can live on in our hearts.
